I've been looking at doorways lately and I'm curious into what new world they invite me. One particular doorway captivated me this week.....

I flew under the wing of an owl. I was carried far and deep. I didn't want to return because it felt so real, so safe, so kind, so honest. The return was harsh, where flaws and mistakes are unforgiven and judged forever. Where perfection is ill-defined. Until I walk in the forest and remember being embraced in the wings of an owl. There grief is present without guilt and my rawness and fire can purge and renew. There among the great bows of the hemlock and the maple, I am protected. My soul embraced. There is no coddling, just honesty and realness. No judgement, no criticism, always possibility and renewal, and the opening to humility, not shame. I can trust myself in the forest.

I look above the tree tops to the night sky and ask the stars for guidance and forgiveness along a path of words shared and miscontrued.........